Poured Self Some Coffee

Now I’m ready to charge at 5pm like a horribly hungry lion.  But then I start to overthink, everything.  Kerouac’s words of one day having the right words and those words being simple, in head.  So… think simply.  Write, travel, Spain.  I need to see Spain, all sides of the country.  Barcelona, Madrid, Majorca.  All sides.  The coffee has me thinking of a walk outside, need to get outside… I’ll tell them I’m taking a break, will walk about the vineyard blocks and enjoy the air, arm self with the little little pages.  The coffee has me awake after that large feast here at the winery.  Writing freely and refusing to be chained by time.

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